Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crime. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.